1. Emma

Though probably none of the readers will care, I have a best friend. She is so amazingly perfect that its almost impossible to explain. I look forward to seeing her every day. Her name is Emma. She's from Alabama and she was born on August 19th. I cried when I found out the most terrible news ever. She was moving half way across the country. I was most likely never going to see her again until maybe a few years from now. But I did cry. I cried and cried. I loved her like a sister. In fact, I wish she WAS my sister. But I would never be able to change the fact that she was moving. Never. But really wish I could.